September 28, 2002 by Allen George
No work today. My fault. Watched Resident Evil and Blade 2. Mixed opinions. Both are aching for sequals I guess. Which brings me to the main point of today’s excercise. As I write this I am mad. Very f****** mad. Justin and I share the bathroom with another individual. This person never cleans the bathroom. He’s also quite lax on his flushing habits sometimes. We’re trying and cleaning it every week. At any rate – today we cleaned the bathroom out. This night I walked inside and was greeted with sh** stains on the rim of the f****** toilet. I mean WTF? Can he not sh** properly? Has he not learned the concept of sitting on the DAMN toilet and take a crap? I don’t even know how he got the friggin crap to hit at such a f**** bizzare angle. I AM SO MAD!!!! Those who know me know that I like things very clean – especially the bathroom… I just cannot stand a dirty bathroom since it destroys my day. I can’t say anything like this to him so I’m venting my bile, rage and frustuation out here. Why is it so F****** HARD TO MAKE SURE YOU TAKE A SHIT PROPERLY? I sure as hell have no problem – WHY CAN’T YOU?
I’ve used so many swear words here… I don’t like swearing but I feel like I want to punch a wall or something. Now I’ve got to clean the f****** toilet up again tomorrow. Not just that but Mr. CRACK ASS doesn’t see the need to help out with cleaning. Does he think that the bathroom cleans its f******* self? And magically gets a new, non mouldy shower curtain and rugs that aren’t the equivalents of sheepdogs coats? Pissant little piece of crap. Listen chickens*** you’d be a lot more careful and a lot more considerate if you had to clean up after your own DAMN self.
Note to self: Don’t get any more movies.